“I like this view better,” Raiden says thickly from below me.
His hands settle on my hips, and he guides me, gently at first, then the motion gets more and more heated when I get the idea of what he likes.
I’ve always been a little bit self-conscious, especially about being on top, and it’s really light out even if the blinds are closed and a storm is clearly brewing out there. When I stop to listen for a few seconds, I can hear the raindrops pounding away at the roof.
“You’re so beautiful,” Raiden whispers. “So. Damn. Beautiful. So don’t you go and start doubting it. Ever.”
His cock jerks inside me as if to punctuate his words. He then does it again, and oh! When he moves, he hits some amazing, crazy spots I didn’t even know I had.
“I thought you weren’t going to…to…”
“Last?”
“Yeah, something like that. Oh! Oh, wow!”
“I have my ways.” Raiden grins up at me like a fool, and my heart swells in my chest, though I don’t want it to. I don’t want it to have all these melty, gooey feelings, but it does. And the worst part? I don’t think it’s related to what we’re even doing.
I wriggle a little, and Raiden keeps doing whatever he was doing, and oh my god. I’m coming. Again. I’m coming harder than before—a second orgasm, which doesn’t ever happen. It doesn’t happen to me as I’m usually hard-pressed to even have one.
When I finally come down from the high and stop trembling long enough that I can open my eyes and just breathe, I find Raiden staring up at me with something close to reverence.
“See?” He breathes. “If that doesn’t prove you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, I don’t know what does.”
It should freak me out that he just watched me come and make some pretty scary faces or whatever, but it doesn’t—not even one bit.
When he moves inside me again, it’s clear he’s not nearly done. Apparently, he’s going for the trifecta. And apparently, it works. Not even a few minutes later, the waves of pleasure sweep over me again, and this time, Raiden comes with me. We rock and grind together as we clutch each other and battle it out with our tongues, moaning and whimpering into each other’s mouths.
After, we spasm together. Literally. We’re on the same frequency or wavelength or whatever, and it’s not like anything I’ve ever experienced.
When Raiden gently rolls me over, pulls out, and throws an arm around me, pulling me in against his broad, damp, rock hard chest, I know I’m finished.
I’m terrified, but the warm, strange feeling is back. It kind of feels like I’m wetting myself a little, except it’s not. Nope. No one’s peeing at all.
This is something else. Something I need to be wary of. Something I should fear. Except that right now, wrapped up in Raiden’s arms, I can’t. He’s protecting me from it, shielding me from it. I know I’m going to feel it, and sometime soon, it’s going to sink in, but right now, snuggling against him and letting our bodies cool off together, it isn’t right now.
Right now, everything feels strangely and wonderfully perfect.CHAPTER 17Zoe“What the hell was that?” I yelp. My heart beats double time like it’s going to tear right out of my chest. It sounded like the freaking sky just about caved in on us. A quick glance up to the ceiling proves it’s still there.
“Probably just really loud thunder,” Raiden says lazily. He’s almost half asleep. The fact that it sounded as though the very world was splitting apart clearly doesn’t bother him at all.
He only looks disturbed when I throw his arm off and roll out of bed. “Loud thunder my butt. Are you insane? That was not thunder!”
“Whatever it is, we’re fine. There isn’t any reason to worry.”
Ignoring Raiden’s assurances, I scramble for my dress and slide back into it. Thank god maxi dresses are easy to get in and out of. I scramble to the small window, part the white plastic blinds, and peek out.
“Holy poo shoes! There’s a tree on the ground. A freaking tree!”
“What?” Raiden scrambles out of bed and joins me at the window, naked. He’s completely naked, but he clearly doesn't care as he parts the blinds on his end. “Wow. That’s a big pine, and it looks like it just missed us by a few feet.”
“A few feet?” I gasp. “You mean that tree came down and just about crashed through the roof of this cabin and…and…squashed us? It could have killed us!”
“We were lucky.” Raiden snaps the blinds closed. He saunters back over to the bed like trees just about fall and take him out, murder style, every single day.
“That’s it?” I turn and gape at him. He sprawls across the bed and pulls the sheet over his waist.